Waiting
How does it feel to wait? This is the mantra or hook I was confronted with this morning while taking a new yoga class. Recently I took the leap from On Demand classes offered through the yoga studio I joined when we moved to our home in 2018, to taking classes through the Peloton App. The classes offered through Peloton share common traits with classes I’ve taken at the Y, in the city we lived in prior to moving half way across the country, and the studio I belonged to for more than three years, where I live now. It’s been three weeks since I made the change. Three weeks of struggling to adapt. I selected this morning’s class because the accompanying music had a gospel theme. Yoga set to gospel is an out of the box pairing.
Is it worth it?
I pride myself a on being patient. As an artist I have learned to wait. If I don’t get something the first time, I will try and try again. For example, FMQ didn’t come naturally to me. I struggled with it for years, many years. I took classes, read articles and watched videos. It wasn’t until I stumbled upon Leah Day’s Quilt Along class that I broke through my FMQ angst and became passionate about the quilting, not just the piecing side, of my work. Because commitment and perseverance could be my middle name, I did every single lesson Leah offered in the Quilt Along. How does it feel to wait? Agony. Is it worth the wait? Yes! What keeps me going when I have to the wait? The knowledge that whether the wait is five minutes or many years, I almost always get there and I am so grateful I took the time.
I am linking up with Nina Marie’s Off the Wall Fridays.
